Taken By lesbian Warlord

Chapter 1

Iona sat in the nook of the felt tent, trying to be as tranquillity and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and voluptuous furs, had sternly and forcefully directed her to persist sat, and abide silent. She 'd heard taradiddle about what would befall her she was ever captured by steppe kin, and what horrors to expect. Her head still felt sluttish from the shock. She might only be eighteen, but she was a priestess ; a junior priestess, but a priestess of the goddess of virtue and honor, Astraea. existence captured by the steppe citizenry was a catastrophe. I 've heard what they do to the men and women captured. So far, she had just been pushed around and manhandled from one tent to another, for which she was grateful. But she had already seen women and men ravished. Out in the opened, for all to see ! The sight had been more than Iona could handle.

This tent felt dissimilar from the others, however. For one thing, it was much larger, massive ; declamatory enough to go for over a hundred people. It was easily as telling as the finery she had been used to in her synagogue, if not more so. The finest silk cushion and blankets were casually straw around, indulgent and luxurious pelts of alien animals she could n't key were everywhere. Even the wooden furniture looked expensive, and had been polished with beeswax until it shone. Iona had no doubt that they had gotten everything here from maraud and drubbing, but it still conveyed a sense of grandeur.

She tried to nullify being noticed by any of the men in the tent. She kept her eyes looking down, only glancing at them from the corner of her eye. It was insufferable to discount them, towering over her as they did even whilst lounging on their shock absorber. The scent of sweat, knight and leather engulfed her. No matter what else was here, it could not hold her full care for long, however. That returned inevitably to the womanhood reclining polar her.

The chieftain towered over the men as they towered over Iona ; she was at least a head taller than the adult man here. Clad in the same furs and leathers as the rest, she had a slender muscular structure that was both clearly strong and undoubtedly feminine. The blade that she had by her position was easily the largest that Iona had seen, large than Iona herself.

It was with that sword in helping hand that Iona had first seen the chieftain appear, smashing down the room access to her temple. It was with that sword that she had carved her way through the temple sentry duty, slashing and dancing through them like they were bird-scarer. nigh times she had not even met the guards'spears and swords before the blade sliced through them.The wildness and saving grace that Iona had seen from the brown-haired cleaning woman had been awe-inspiring. Even now, it was hard for Iona not to gaze at her. She contented herself with surreptitious glances.

The chieftain herself looked over the men with a stern gaze that bordered on ira, even as she lounged. There were raft of discussions in a language Iona did not understand, but the Junoesque woman would only say one or two words, letting the men argue amongst themselves. Every so often she would peek at Iona, catching her staring. At those times Iona jumped, looked down and swore to herself that she would not attend any Sir Thomas More. And each time Iona 's eye would be dragged back to the darker-haired woman a few moment later.

"You, girl !"

The barked words, in Iona 's own language, startled her. It was the chieftain, looking straight at her and point towards her. Timidly, Iona raised her heading and met her eyes as beneficial she could.

"Do you have it off Cordava ? Lie, and we will exact your clapper, center and ear, and wash the injury with salt, wine and vinegar."

Iona felt a wash of fear at how casually she was threatened. The steady flavour she got from the captain made her certain that she meant it. A coldness pit in her stomach formed, and she did not dare to lie.

"Yes, my dame. I visited there often, as share of my obligation at the temple."

Some of the men hooted and jeered at Iona 's Holy Writ, but the chieftain just gave a cold-shoulder nod, and cast about significant glances. Eventually she glanced back at Iona with that seat look on her face.

"You will address me as gaffer Helga, not peeress. That disrespect will earn you five hit of the whiplash tomorrow morning. Next time it will be ten."With that, she returned to consulting with her men.

Iona felt stung, chastised and afraid. She had never received a whipping before. She knew her animation in the temple had been pampered and cared for. She had always been grateful, and had prayed her thanks everyday, but had it not been enough ? Was this her punishment now ? A life where she was to be lashed simply for saying the untimely word ? I am a bookman of the divine, how could this be happening to me ? she wailed inwardly.

She was shaken from her thoughts as the men stood, and the captain brought herself up leisurely. She barked a hold out set of instruction to the men, and then motioned to Iona.

"With me, girl,"Helga said, not unkindly.

Apprehension made Iona motility slowly as she stood.

"I said movement !"barked the chieftain. Striding forwards, she grabbed Iona by the hair on the back of her fountainhead, more forcefully than painfully, and directed her out of the dim tent. Iona could only move to keep up, standing and shuffling bent over as the headman threw her out into the glaring sunlight. Iona stumbled forwards, but caught herself from falling over, and kept walking swiftly to forefend any further attacks. She tried to calm her beating heart by straightening her white apparel, edged with the gold leaves of her decree. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to regain some dignity as she walked. She took as steadying a intimation as she could.

Helga directed her to a tent, small-scale than the meeting collapsible shelter, but still prominent than all the rest Iona had seen in the encampment. As with the last, this one was lined with silks and luscious furs. A retainer was polishing an expensive-looking wooden fold board, her body hunched over and trying not to draw tending to herself.

"leave of absence us,"Helga commanded sharply.

With a bow, the servant hurriedly gathering her things with quick but tranquil bowel movement and left wing.

"Kneel there."Helga directed her to a particularly enceinte pile of furs. Still feeling uncertain, Iona sank into them nervously.

"Tomorrow you will tell us about Cordava. The more information we have, the more of the townspeople we will spare."She started unbuckling her armor and discarding her clothes, straps of leather falling to the flooring. She undid the buckle of her leather harness more slowly, and hung it on pin set into the collapsible shelter's supporting celestial pole."Make no mistake, those masses can not hold against us. With your help, no one need lose their life."

Iona 's eyes widened as the chieftain pulled off her dresser armor, exposing the pert and grueling breasts underneath. Watching her put it to the side mesmerized Iona, the way the muscle rippled and stretched like a hobo camp cat's. She tore her eyes down sharply when the tribal chief turned her face towards her."Do you empathise ?"

"I ... uh… I ..."words fled from Iona 's mouth. She felt high temperature come to her face as the headman stepped towards her directly. Iona fought to ignore the strong eyes. She was acutely aware of the white meat in front of her as she looked towards the base."Yes, yes, I understand."There was a silence that Iona could find, before she remembered."Yes, head Helga."

She felt more than saw Helga nodding."Good."With that she moved past Iona. Able again to look at her, Iona continued watching her move. She watched the chief's back ripple as she grabbed a washbasin. She had never seen a woman with shoulders like hers, so firm and round, yet womanly. As the chieftain washed, Iona was transfixed with the water flowing over her peel as she lifted her arm this way and that to scavenge herself. Her back looks so strong ! Iona felt her pulsation quicken slightly. Her eyes dropped scurvy, and as the dark-coated woman started drying herself off, she turned and Iona could see her breasts again. They were n't as heavy as her own, or as large. But they look like they would be so soft to touch. Iona was n't sure as shooting where that thought had come from, but once it was inside her it was heavily to recall of anything else. The rest of the chieftain 's body had a hardness to it that Iona had n't known a woman 's body could have, yet the skin looked so smooth. As she watched, Iona felt herself getting warmer, and a fond tingling gathered in her womanhood.

"Do you have the great unwashed to vex about in Cordava, girl ? Any family ?"

The questions snapped Iona from her reflection."My family were killed by bandits, chief Helga. Most of my booster left for the army or the tabernacle. The sole family I have left is in a village Confederate States of Cordava."

Ungrateful brat ! You need to learn to do what you are told ! Iona banished the computer memory as quickly as it came. She had promised herself she would n't retrieve of it again when she ran away to the temples.

"Then think of them. Your news tomorrow may save their sprightliness, and the lives of thousands of others."She hung the damp cloth over a chair."My tribesmen will vote out three men for any one they lose after they take the city. Remember that."

With that, Helga slumped on a pile of shock absorber and furs opposite Iona. A belt of leather still held a knife by her side, but former than that she was naked, and looking straight at Iona. Her knees were splayed out lazily, and her breasts flopped to either side. From her angle on the level Iona could see straight between the dark-haired woman 's legs, to the diffuse hair on top of her pussy. Everything about her said she was exhausted from the heat. When she looked down at Iona, however, there was a thirst in her dark eyes.

"Come closer, female child. play yourself here, and kneel in front of me."

Iona felt a sense of misgiving grow in her, but did n't dare argue. She shuffled on her stifle in front of the chieftain, smoothing her dress down her thigh. Helga curled herself upwards, bring her aspect close to the kneeling woman. Iona could smell her fuzz, leather and whatever effort had n't been washed off, this closing to her.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before ?"The question was direct, and to the point. Iona shook her head slowly, and tried not to let her revere show. The chieftain nodded, as if to herself."What of a woman ? Were there any… special friendship at your temple ?"

The interrogative confused Iona. She did n't infer what a special friendly relationship was. How could… ? Her face must feature shown her muddiness, because the chieftain did n't wait for her solvent. Instead she just leaned in, placed a hand on the binding of her head. and kissed her rim.

The impact of the other charwoman's hot lips sent fervor through Iona. Her lips parted, and she felt a flabby, exploring tongue slip through, retreating away from her sassing before she could react. Her mind panicked, somehow feeling like she was going to get in trouble, but also unable to intend. When the chieftain pulled away, she gripped Iona 's tomentum, tilting her mind upwards, and ran her digit lightly over her face and neck. Iona felt her skin thrill where the woman 's fingers trailed.

"That was a kiss, priestess. And that 's what you are going to do to any part of me I tell you to."Fingers brushed against Iona's rim."Like my digit, now."

Iona's heart was pounding in her chest of drawers. She felt her lips move as she kissed the finger's breadth dancing over her lips. Helga gave a low chuckle, and heat rushed to Iona 's face.

"Good young lady,"she said. And with that, she trailed her mitt away from Iona's cheek and onto her shoulder, pushing the dress part-way off to break her knocker. Nails trailed down her skin, and then hands were massaging her tender physique. Iona felt exposed and vulnerable, but could n't muster the courage to say anything. After a gentle squeeze play, Iona felt a gasp escape her mouth. The warm frisson grew between her legs. Another buss landed on her rim, this fourth dimension slower and deeper. Fire swept through her as she sank into it. She realized she was kissing back, but could n't excuse why.

Finally pulling away, the chieftain pulled Iona by her whisker towards her inner second joint."There. You are going to keep kissing there, and all around my pussy. take care me in the eye whilst you pleasure me, girl. You have a fairly boldness, and I want to see it as I make you mine."

Iona set to her task, keeping her eyes on her captor as she had been told. From here the odour of leather and horse cavalry blend with the smell of the woman's hair, and as she ran her lips over the tribal chief 's thigh and breakwater she could try it all, mix in with the salt of her elbow grease. She paid attention to how the taller woman reacted to her kisses. Just to the left wing of the pussy there was a picky spot that she gasped at whenever Iona licked and kissed it, and Helga would force her face hard onto her when she did. Iona found herself spending more time there, wanting the stronger cleaning woman to take hold of her and force her boldness down. The chieftain 's eyes stared down at her with that hungry flavour, and Iona felt her face heyday as she was filled with a mixture of humiliation and desire.

"I 'm going to attain you mine,"Helga whispered. Her voice was breathier than before."Keep me satisfied, priestess, and I 'll celebrate you by my incline. I 'll keep you safe."She moaned as Iona sucked at her kitty."Be mine, and I will keep you as a pet. But you must be patriotic to me, like a salutary pet would. Even in your tenderness. Do you want that, priestess ?"

Iona hesitated, feeling a Wave of humiliation run through her. recondite inside her, she felt a stirring in her trunk, one she did n't desire to cerebrate too backbreaking about. I 'll only do it to protect my chastity. That 's all. It sounded like a lie, even in her drumhead. She felt another crush of shame as she realized how degraded her spirit raced at the thought of being kept by this woman. She nodded to the warrior.

"Then say the words, my pet."

"I want to be yours, Chief Helga."A renewed sensation of shame came over Iona, but she did n't hesitate to say the words. You know them to be admittedly. She ignored the opprobrious thought, and reminded herself she was doing this to live. She looked up at her new Chief, who grinned wolfishly at her.

"Stick your tongue out, priestess."

Timidly, Iona did as she was told, letting her tongue protrude further and further. The hungry feel in the dark-haired charwoman intensified. Grabbing Iona 's head in both her hands, she turned the small-scale woman 's face directly in front of her genital organ, and gently but firmly pulled her, tongue first, onto the top of her pussy.

"lick there, priestess. Run your lingua up and down my pussy. Suck gently at the top, and go on running your tongue over me. Very good… mmm."

One of the strokes of Iona 's natural language must possess hit a very attender spot, as the chief pulled her tight into her twat, difficult enough that Iona stumbled forwards onto her hands and knees. She kept licking, suckling and kissing in go up desperation. The mellifluous olfactory modality of leather and horse mixed with the olfaction of her musk. Iona 's face was drenched in wetness from a mixture of where her mouth and tongue had been and the sweat of the day. It seemed to be flowing with liquid, and Iona tried licking it all up. She felt more heat growth in her own seawall, but she tried not to think of that as she followed each one of the instructions she was given.

As Iona worked, she became captivate with the way her darting and flicking tongue made the brawny woman 's body squirm. The heat of the potent thighs on either side of Iona 's case mixed with the heating plant of the tent. She felt a mischievous pride grow in her at the former woman 's pleasure, and was surprised by it. I am a priestess of Astraea. What is happening to me ? She told herself she was doing what she needed to go. I must economize my virtue. That 's all I 'm doing. The tingling in her loin seemed to mock her.

She heard a disturbance at the entryway to the collapsible shelter behind her, and realised with a shock that someone had come in. She yanked her psyche back, and scrambled back to her knees, pulling her dress to breed her breasts again. She looked over her shoulder to see three male warriors enter clad in their furs and leathers. She turned to front at Helga, who still lounged naked on her furs without any concern for the men, and felt a rush of fear. fierceness painted the headman 's face, and she glared down at Iona in wrath.

Faster than she could cause believed, a strong hired hand was at her wearing apparel, pulling her up towards Helga's face."Please, please, the men ..."Iona had time to mewl before a smack that shook her mind and stung her brass.

"I do not care about the men."Another smacking on her early nerve caused both incline of her look to sting. Iona 's nub beatnik faster than a sawhorse 's."You do not care about the men. If you stop before I tell you to, I will nonplus you until you have learnt dependable discipline. Do you understand ?"

Iona quivered, and she nodded her head whilst trying to avoid her heart. A fist gathered her hair, and pulled her neck back to make Iona look at the chieftain 's face again. Displeasure had replaced wrath, but Iona still found it punishing to search in her eyes.

"You do not like the men. Good."Helga nodded as if to herself.

With that, she reached behind Iona and started pulling up her wearing apparel, bunching the textile into her fist. Iona felt the dress drive up second joint, and then up her fundament and lower back, fully displaying her rear end to the men. She heard herself whimper as she thought of the men 's eyes on her.

"Hold that dress there. Let them see you."

Iona felt humiliation dry wash over her. She could sense the eyes of the men like a forcible touch on her pelvic arch. She grabbed the dress on either side of her hips in squiffy fist and kept it there so they could see her bare backside. Her face flushed red.

The warrior woman leaned back into the furs.

"Get back to what you were doing. And do n't stop until I tell you to, no issue what."

Feeling her face burn, Iona kept the garb over her hips and leant forwards, kissing and licking at Helga's lenient pussy. Behind her some of the men jeered. One of them spoke out in their harsh knife, and Helga pulled Iona towards her by the haircloth so she could whisper softly in her ear.

"They think you have a dainty ass, priestess. tilt forwards more, and arch your back. Let them see it better. Show yourself off for me,"the steppe fair sex said dispassionately.

Iona felt her face peak with heat once more, but she dared not argue. Bunching her dress into one hand so it still lay over her hips, she placed one hand down onto the carpeted floor, leaned forwards and arched her back as far as she could. When she looked back at Helga, there was no sign she approved. Iona moved her fanny from side to side. The men all jeered at the batch. She looked up at the warrior woman 's face, hoping she was pleased now. Helga 's expression was still backbreaking and stern, but a small, satisfied smirk was fighting through. It sent a humble frisson through Iona.

"Back to mold, priestess."

Iona dutifully stuck her spit out, and started licking the chieftain again. She focused on that, and tried to ignore the men behind her.

The chieftain brought the men 's attention back to her. It was clear that they had seen her receiving this treatment before, and whilst they all leered at Iona, they still spoke with complaisance and respect to the warrior woman, even in her pleasure. Still breathing heavily, and writhing under Iona 's tongue, the captain heard the men, and then spoke a few More run-in of their language. Iona heard them leave the tent shortly after.

Breathing out with a sigh of relief, Iona started to move the wearing apparel down over her pelvis.

"I did not say to let the dress decline,"came the sharp voice of the chieftain. Iona froze, and brought the apparel over her hips again. What for ? There 's no one there. Is there ?

"You lack subject field. Did you like having the men look at you ?"

Pausing, she drew herself away from the woman 's crotch, and spoke through the wetness on her sassing and brass."No ..."

"I did not separate you to lay off !"

Fear stabbed through Iona. She hurriedly buried her face again, and kept her clapper and sass moving onto the sensible surface area.

"punter. Now again, did you like having the men look at you ?"

terror filled Iona, as she wanted to answer, but was afraid to end what her backtalk was doing. With her mouthpiece on Helga 's hill, she tried to say as clearly as potential,"Mno."It came out muffled, and Iona worried that she would not sustain been read.

"I did not opine so. If you do not learn study, I will have you tied to a post naked, with nothing but your welts to stay fresh you company. I will let the men of my kin group use your body to pleasure themselves for as long as the Moon and the sun are in the sky. There are various thousand men, and any one of them would use you. At their pip, I have seen my men hold a woman to their horses, just for their entertainment. Is that what you want, priestess ?"

Her heart measure rose in her again. Astraea forgive me, I need to preserve my chastity. I can not be sent to those men ! Being measured to celebrate her mouth and rim on the warrior woman's mound, she gave her dull reaction as clearly as she could."Mno, mleafe !"

A hand stroked her head."well girl. Let 's Bob Hope you can learn discipline."electric cord stuck out on the chief's neck, as she took a calm breath."You have an incredibly sweetly mouth."

pridefulness burned in Iona at the compliment, although she tried to bottle up it. She started bobbing her head to get more motion into her spit movements. It 's just to survive. I do n't want to go to the men ! It 's just to avoid that. She repeated that to herself like a mantra. She tried not to cerebrate about about how proud of she was to be told she had a Sweet mouth. She tried to not think about how titillating she felt whilst enjoying this. The tingling in her womanhood had bed covering to her intact body.

"I 'm going to work some Thomas More men in here. Would you like to be naked whilst we continue ?"

The question seemed innocent, as if she was just queer."Mno Mssem,"Iona said, uncertainly.

A astray smile broke over Helga's face."As you wish. go on the dress over your rear."

"Enter !"the chieftain barked.

A noise at the tent flap behind her told of men entering. Her human face burned, and her pelvis and ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but she had learnt from last time. This was a psychometric test. She kept her mouth at her task, and stared devotedly at the steppe woman.

"Chief Helga, we would like to present ourselves. I am the Mayor of Cordava, and with me are…"That was as far as the new arrivals got. The stack before them took the dustup out of their mouth. Iona realized they must possess recognized her dress.

"Do you like my new pet ? I picked her up in a temple a day 's ride from here,"the steppe woman said lazily."You received reports of our raid, yes ? That 's how long it took to draw her my pet. A day."Iona felt shame burn mark through her. She did n't know if it was really the mayor. This could still be a test. She kept at her study.

"And I know who you are. You 're the people who said that half your urban center 's riches was too steep a terms to pay for peacefulness with my tribe."

Slowly, the men walked closer towards the two fair sex. Iona could feel them at her rear. One of them stood by her side, but well out of arm's reach. He could see her cheek clearly, and what she was doing. Making sure her tongue was still working on the woman 's pussycat, she risked a face at who it was.

Glaring down at her with eyes burning with righteous authority was the high priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually stern flavour on his face and his greying bushy eyebrows and face fungus bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself stop, and ripped her middle away to seem at Helga again. She refused to calculate at the heights priest again.

"You are here to contend more favourable terms for peace, is that right ? By all means, go ahead. You have…"The steppe char made a interference as if deciding an amount."…some of my attention. Let 's say half."Her hired man was stroking at the back of Iona's head. disgrace burned through Iona, but she kept her backtalk working.

"We had reports that you had ransacked the holy tabernacle of Astraea yesterday,"the high priest said stiffly."Even for a savage such as you, we thought there were limitation to your depravity."His voice held contempt ; Iona knew this man, though. His vocalism often did.

"Tell me, what is Astraea goddess of ?"Iona felt the stony coup d'oeil on the back of her top dog. She ignored him ; all that mattered was Helga. She heard the answer though, and tried not to let it prod into her."Astraea is the goddess of honor and chastity."The old man snorted contemptuously at the warrior woman 's suddenly wolfish grin."You could have put that robe on any whore, after you took it from a priestess."

That wolfish smile remained on the tike cleaning woman."Do you believe I did ?"

For a moment, he did n't respond. Iona was n't indisputable if he would remember her. They had only met a few multiplication, and each meter they had both been busy.

"No,"he said after a suspension."I recognise her from my last visit to that temple. Clearly this whore never belonged as one of our priestesses."

mortification washed through Iona, but she kept her care on the steppe cleaning lady. Getting raging now will only get me killed - and maybe the residue of Cordava too. She kept at her employment silently. For some reason the tent suddenly filled with tension, and no one moved except Iona, determined in her work of pleasuring her captain.

"She 's not your priestess anymore. She 's my pet."The chieftain brought herself up onto her elbows."A pet pleasuring me is worth ten of your priestesses to my tribe. I am giving you one chance, one, because I am generous and this sweet-flavored mouth is pleasing. Send me tribute, half the wealth of your metropolis. Or I will defeat your men, and take your women for me and my men. Your daughters and wives will share this priestess's portion. It will take less than a day after you die for them to be my darling. Do you make Son ? The prettiest will go to my men. The rest will die."She looked back at the sometime man."Send me tribute, and we will leave. Defy us, and we will force what is left of you to submit."

Iona heard murmurs of acquiescence, but the lyric that came from the gamey non-Christian priest were defiant."You will take in nothing from us. You can keep your whore, we will not submit. We will go to the deity stainless ! We are ready to die rather than see you irreverent savages profit."

The cleaning lady paused. Then she addressed the early men."one-half your metropolis's wealth, and you kill him. You can tell them I did it if you wish."

Iona paused, and half turned to see the gist this fling had made. The old man had enough fourth dimension to startle repeating himself, before all three men behind him grabbed and yanked him screaming out of the tent.

"Wagons will be here in a week, Chieftain,"one shouted.

"Your descendants will thank you. Now leave here. And be grateful my pet 's attentions have put me in a good mood."

As the men stumbled out in a bang, Iona could hear racket of protest from the senior high school non-Christian priest. She heard them leave the tent, a flash cry, and then silence. She felt a burst of pity for the old man. He had never been a smart man, only loud and stubborn.

A strong, slender paw tilted her chin up. She let her tongue come away from Helga's kitty-cat.

"As for you…"the chieftain drawled, and slid two fingers into her oral cavity whilst she looked at Iona fervently. She sucked them lightly, and they came out of her mouth wet. She pushed them past Iona 's backtalk, and forced her back talk unresolved wide, wider, until her jaw hurt."We 're going to get serious now. ”